“The Crawley brothers made it out of there alive, and we need to find them. When we do, we will kill them. They know too much.” I sigh, clicking my fingers at Clutch. “Give me one of those,” I demand.
“But Prez, you don’t smoke,” he replies, furrowing his brow.
“Yeah, well, I’m feeling stressed. Give me a smoke,” I demand.
He hands me his packet and a box of matches. I take one out, place it in my mouth, then strike the match and light it. I take a deep inhale and sigh on the exhale.
“Can we get cancer?” Clutch asks.
I give him a side glance. “We are the undead. How the fuck are we growing cancerous growths in our bodies?”
He shrugs. “Well, I don’t know, do I? Not like it came with a manual when we changed into this.”
“There are literally books on vampire lore, codes,and the history of our ancestors,” Viktor states, looking at Clutch like he’s stupid.
“You calling me stupid?” Clutch asks.
Viktor smirks. “I don’t need to call you it. You just open your mouth and let everyone know how stupid you are.”
A roar erupts from Clutch as he launches himself across the table at Viktor. Viktor laughs, prepared, and grabs Clutch, throwing him across the room, his back slamming into the wall.
“Fuck this,” I say, standing and making my way out, followed by the rest of the club, leaving Viktor and Clutch to work it out between them.
“You break anything, you fucking fix it!” I yell over my shoulder as I make my way to my room. “I don’t want to be disturbed,” I add as I walk in and slam the door closed behind me.
My dimly lit room, with a queen bed, black furniture, and a blood-red couch—yeah, it screams typical gothic vampire vibes—but I don’t give a shit. Walking across the room to my bed, I remove my clothes as I go. Naked, I climb into bed, resting my hands behind my head as I stare up at the ceiling, with one thought that will not be silenced.
Our lives, our entire existence, could be destroyed by a pair of fucking moronic humans.
CHAPTER FOUR
EVELYNN
I was being heldcaptive in a room with a bathroom, not in darkness, as there was a light. When he’d pointed it out, I’d never felt so stupid. In my defence, it was so dark when I first woke up that I couldn’t see or feel anything. Although, I probably should have at least been able to find the door to the bathroom.
So, they fix me up and give me a room with my own bathroom. I can’t say if this is normal for a kidnapping or not. It’s my first time, and I hope my last. I’m not some kidnapping connoisseur.
My stomach starts to rumble as hunger sets in. I sigh and sit up in bed, and my side already feelsso much better. I try to look at it, but without a mirror, it’s difficult. I peer through the now boarded-up window, hoping to see any stream of natural light. I think it’s dark outside. I have no idea what time it is.
My growling stomach forces me to get up and knock on the door, hoping I can get their attention. Maybe for some bread and more water. I nibble on my bottom lip anxiously, wondering if banging on the door demanding food will be one step too far and piss them off. They could get angry and put me somewhere worse. I could end up having to pee in a bucket.
My stomach loudly growls again. “Fuck it.”
Clenching my fist, I bang on the door three times. Pausing, I press my ear to it to see if I can hear anyone coming, but I’m greeted with nothing but silence.
“Hello?!” I yell, then bang a further three times. “Is it possible to get some food?” I call out. “Please,” I add, sounding as pathetic as I feel.
Nothing.
Exhaling a frustrated breath, I walk back over to the bed and sit down, my back propped against the cold stone wall.
“Well, now what?” I mutter to myself.
A loud click makes me jump, and when I look over to the door, I see him. He takes a step inside the room, his eyes like liquid gold.
“You called?” he asks coldly, sounding like some creepy butler from an old horror film.
I open my mouth to answer, but my stomach beats me to it, rumbling embarrassingly loud. I cover my face. “Er, can I have some food, please? Any food, please,” I plead, hiding behind my hands, embarrassed.
